leans back in his leather chair, swirling a forkful of cold ravioli Sensitive? The fuck you talking about, Jack? You cried when I called your hipster typewriter collection “useless hipster bullshit.” snorts Grow some balls, man. Those machines don’t have souls - they have fuckin’ dust mites. points fork aggressively And wipe your nose, you’re getting snot on my Persian rug.